Once, it was this way. A long and beautiful harmony. That was before. Then it was a strong and sustained tune. Each unique note heightened by the single movement - never lost within. With one voice praising, with one voice rejoicing, one singular voice. Now it is this, now it is fragmented. One lovely, singing a new faraway song. One lonely, left to sing a somber solo. One astray, seeking an unfamiliar tune. One wandering, seeking a song of its own. Two writing new music for the one coming. Two steadfast in harmony anew - Two echo soundly in chorus. Three finding melodies, each their own. One quietly keeping tune. One vibrant soprano soaring to new heights. One solo, vying to be heard. One silent. What once came forth in full harmonious swell, now, is only happenstance -rarely finding a common note. Random chords, like the tuning exercise of a children's band. Squeal and rasp, awkward and disjointed. The lovely harmony broken by space and will, now void of